My husband, son and I live in a little estate in a small village in Co. Cork. Our house backs on to a farmer's field, and if my son Henry stands in his crib and looks out the window, he sometimes will catch the farmer tending the crop in his tractor. This has triggered a tractor *obession* with Henry, the first word out of his mouth when he wakes is tractor (quite literally).
"What's that? A tactow! What's that? Wheew? What's that? TACTOW!!!"
Yesterday I went to collect my car from my mechanic, who is also a farmer (Ireland for you), and he let Henry 'drive' one of his tractors! Well, we've now created a Tractor Bore. We will never hear the end of it.
"Where is the tactow? Where did it dow?"